We refueled and hit the road. In Egypt, road was all there was. Road and sand and rock. Four hours of nothing but desert and distant mountains, a nomad here and there, a camel maybe, but not towns, no farms. It was beautiful if not stark, especially in comparison with its neighbor.
Abe pointed out at the desolation. “Israel once looked much like this,” he told me. “But we irrigated the desert, planted trees, created farms, modernized. In Egypt, life exists almost entirely on either side of the Nile, like it has for all time.”
Zayn nodded as he drove. “Israel is as green as the money that pours into her.”
Abe started to reply. Abe stopped himself. These two men were friends, but deep down, there still had to be some sort of lingering animosity. Blacks and whites got along great in Georgi
